Across the River, My Heart, My Memory
I didn’t choose to be born, my consciousness squeezed into meat, but since it happened, I might as well get as much use of it as I could.
Rajan Khanna | Your Ticket to Hell
Your journey to Hell begins on a ferry. You clutch your ticket and line up in the stinging rain, waiting for your chance to board.
Empty Space
Nothing’s an exact science. It never has been.
Phases of the Moon
a story of yearning, pride, and those who are left behind, by Alice Towey
Plan Exclusion by J. Bradley
The magician died before he could put me back together again and my health insurance wouldn’t cover “acts of god” (their words).
Modern Promethea
I was thinking about how not all women bear children, and some of us make people in other ways.
Second Period Savior by Katherine Gleason
She was looking at my paper. I was sure of it. But every time I turned toward her, she ducked. I was certain Mr. K would see me looking her…
How to Survive Underground
Faced with the unthinkable, we hoard, grow suspicious, act on fear; we also reinvent, build community, and create new conditions for surviving.
there’s urban legends about me
in the dark only his teeth are visible